Page 108 of False God

Her palm presses against my stomach, and then her nails rake down my abs. Red lines linger over the ridges, like marks from skiers on freshly fallen snow.

I swear again, the sting barely registering through the haze of arousal as I grip the base of my erection and smear the pre-cum that’s collected at the tip across her full lips.

“Lili.” That’s all I can manage, two syllables that are soaked with urgency.

She blows on the tip, then takes me into her mouth like she’s ravenous for a taste. She sucks me deep, her cheeks hollowing and her eyes watering when I hit the back of her throat.

Her hand squeezes, then pumps the inches she can’t swallow. Releases me from the warm wetness of her mouth and flicks the sensitive slit at the end with her tongue before circling the flared head. Her lips close around the tip, a seal of suction that has my balls drawing up tight.

I grunt, my awareness of the entire world narrowing to nothing except this. All the medical terms I memorized, all the ancestral history my father ensured I learned, all the rugby plays I mastered … there’s nothing but blank space in my brain. Right now, I couldn’t even come up with my own damn title.

Some of Lili’s hair falls forward. I collect as much of it as I can and fist it so my view of her face is unobstructed.

Her hands explore as her mouth continues to suck my cock, nails scraping and fingers tugging. Her left hand plays with my testicles, and then her right hand slides down my leg.

At first, I think she’s just bracing herself. But when I feel her palm rub against the puckered scar on my knee, I decide the position is deliberate.

A harsh grunt leaves my mouth. That skin is not normally sensitive, the injury long healed and the scar itself a thin white line, but something about her touching me there—about her choosing to touch me there, like some silent message she’s glad I didn’t die in that accident, heightens everything else I’m experiencing.

Hot pressure builds deep and low in my groin, my balls high and heavy. I barely have the presence of mind to choke out a warning to Lili before the pressure snaps, the first wave of my release hitting like a tsunami as my dick pulses in her mouth. Filling it with so much cum that white liquid spills down her chin, even as her throat shudders with rapid swallows.

I pull her up and turn her around, pressing the small of her back so she’s bent over and lying flat on the car’s hood, yanking her dress up and her panties down.

The headlights flickered out at some point, but the driveway lights are bright enough for me to see how swollen and wet her cunt is. How much blowing me turned her on.

My dick is already inflating again, satisfied but not sated. I can’t fucking get enough of her. I always want more—want everything.

“Was it that good, Charlie? You came kinda fast. I bet those guys at the club would have lasted longer.”

She’s teasing me. But I’m seeing red at the thought of her touching anyone else.

I smack her ass, watching pink bloom across her pale skin. “Is that what you want, Lili? You want a different cock right now?”

She gasps, and I watch her exposed pussy pulse.

I might as well have not come at all; my dick is so hard. Makes rolling the condom on easy.

I pump my dick between her trembling thighs, but I don’t give her a single inch.

“Answer me.”

Her frustrated groan makes me smile. Her nails scrabble against the hood of the car, trying to find purchase on something but only finding smooth metal. This car is supposed to sell with the house, which is probably for the best. I’m never going to be able to drive it again without picturing her spread out on it.

I spank her other ass cheek, so she’s sporting matching handprints.

“Wanker!”

“Answer me, Lili, or you don’t get to come. Whose cock do you want?”

“I can’t—” She pants, her breathing rapid and irregular. Her hair’s a wild array across the shiny metal. “I can’t think of a worse British insult right now, but just know I’m thinking it.”

I’m glad she can’t see my face because I can’t hold back the smile this time.

Am I genuinely pissed she was flirting with other men in front of me? Yeah.

But I’m also getting off on this fight, of forcing her to admit what she wants from me. She knew exactly what she was doing, which tells me she’s getting off on it too.

I slap her ass a third time. Lili bucks back against me, shouting my name, mixed with lots of swears.

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